[Lyric] Steal the Pig (George Stiles, Anthony Drewe)

Well when's it going to start?
When's it going to start?

Listen up Joyce
It's eat or be eaten
They leave us no choice
I refuse to be beaten
We'll just steal a pig (a what?!)
And I know a smasher
These are rash times
So we need to think rasher!

He's off his crumpets!
Pay no attention to him, Mother

You'll have pork
You'll have tripe
You'll have chitterlings and offal
You'll have crackling that's the crunchiest and then
You'll have hocks
You'll have lard
But I can't stand hеre and waffle
Therе's a banquet out there walking 'round it's pen
You're right Mother, starvations loosed his moorings

You'll have leg
You'll have loin
You'll have liver
Where's the sherry? I might need a swig!
Just to give me the strength
As I go to this length
I'll do the deed tonight
And steal the pig

What pig?
Oooh there's a pig, there's a pig at Sutcliffe farm
It belongs to Swavey and the rest, but it could be ours

It takes heart
It takes nerve
It takes guts if we're to fight 'em
For they think they are the rulers of the land
Oh, they have a wealth
They have power
And they will ad infinitum
Unless simple folk rise up and take a stand
It takes gall
It takes grit
It takes gumption
All it means is that I have to think big (Oh Gilbert!)
In the still of the night
When there's no one in sight
I'll creep up to the farm
And steal the pig
Oh our preparations
Will soon be complete
With our stomachs rumbling
At the thought of fresh cooked meat
And great men will proudly, will proudly boast
Of the function they were privy to
Our fine (our fine) pork roast

Fair shares (Fair shares)
Fair shares for all
There'll be no furtive feasts
Fair shares (Fair shares)
Fair shares for all
For those who act like beasts
Our country paid the cost
Think of the men we lost
Our rumbling stomach cuts no ice
This is our sacrifice

We'll have pies (pies!)
And Pâté (pâté!)
We'll have bacon (bacon!)
We will show them, each and every prick
Though they may rule this town
They will not keep us down
It's time to prove our worth
So steal the pig
At-a-go Joyce
It's eat or be beaten
They leave us no choice
We refuse to be beaten

More than pork
More than meat
It's for vengeance that we're yearning
We will scupper this fine supper that they've planned (Fair shares!)
We'll regain self respect
For at last the world is turning
For the first time we will have the upper hand (Fair shares!)
We'll have strength
We'll have might
We'll have justice
And the joy is nobody with twig
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Come the day, come the hour
It's not pork, this is power
We must do the deed tonight
And steal the pig

And when you return
Sexual intercourse will be in order!

Ever onward we fight
There is glory in sight
So just you wait and see
We'll dig for victory